The weekly sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1886-1887, 1887-02-10
CHAPTER XIV.

Poor child How white and frail
she looked, and how helpless and
innocent she seemed after the night
Of the storm both within and with
out
The morning sun was now shining
brightly, and every thing outside
was wet and glistening from the re-
freshing shower Of the night L
thought how lovely it must be at
Ravenswood, with its leafy trees and
shrubbery, its wealth of flowers and
the myriads of liquid prisms CLINT
ing and dropping from tne'r leaves
and petals. [ wondered when or II
ever / should see it all again with |
nv bodily ewes! I mast sec Of. |
Bnrron. he seemed at least more |
kindly disposed than his wife, who |
since ( had recalled her as Miss De
vane, nee Barron,) l knew well
that neither kindness nor sympathy
for any creature, humane or other
wise, had any place in her cold, hard
selfish heart.
But / would speak to her husband
and would tell him of the danger
to which | was exposed, and the ne
cessitv of secuaing a more expelen-
enced. and stronger person physic-
ally TO attend his daughter. 1t was
now Sunday morning, and though
the Sundays and other days were IN
no wise different at BarrowVllle,
still | felt within myself as it were,
"a holy calm" that seemed to rec
ognize the day as belonging to HIM,
who babe us crest " from labor,
and give Him service. And L long
ed to get out of this atmosphere OF
mystery, and wrong, and suffering,
and hold communion with Him, IN
the fresh free air, and beneath the
broad and glorious canopy OF
Heaven. AS soon therefore as 1t
was possible, after Winnie had eaten
her light breakfast out of her TIN
plate, and had gone quietly to sleep
again like tired baby, L locked
the door, and put on my overshoes
and hat for walk.
l did not invite little Lula
because I wished to be alone, and /
chose a direction in which | knew
she would not be likely to follow
me. The path that | had taker
led northward from the house
through a gate, and past a pretty
shady place where there was spring
Here | sat down upon a MOSCOW
cred stone and rested while, ant
my weary heart breathed an earnes
prayer for "help and guidance.
I then followed the path roun'
the hill, and found that it led t
some negro cabins, which were evl
IDENTIFY occupied, as some little ne
groes were playing round the doors
l asked one of them, who live
here ?" to which she replied, "Onl
me and nanny and aunt Frances,
"And where do these other chi
dren live?" l asked.
"They lives in 'tother house, n
and NANNY and aunt Frances hv'
in this one"
Well, and who is aunt Frances.
"She is tne sick oman, is you g
ing to see her"
well yes. I believe | will"
do not know what impelled me- b.
I felt sudden desire to go III al
see the "sick 'oman," So | follow'
eBinkey," as she told me her mar
was,1 into the little cabin, whe
stretched upon low, but clean al
comfortable bed, lay mulatto W
man, of apparently middle age, Al
in the very last stage of a rapid co
sumption. She was wide awake 81
said;
"Good morning, aunt Franc
Binkey tells me that you are sick
there anything that [ can do
you
Lord help nle!" she exclaim
"I asked Him to send somebo'
and he has sent one of his own A
gels! 20
"No, I am not an Angel, [
Miss Lillian Rembert Little Lu
teacher Shall read some to
in my Bible?"
eyes ma'am, if you please.
know the good Lord has sent yot
me, for I am almost gone, and L
about to die with great sin u
INV sonl